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Date: Saturday, August 16

Notes: I like this song. So catchy. Even the less cool techno-y version they did for it. And guys...whomever helps me hit two hundred reviews this chapter gets a virtual cookie! They're chocolate chip!

Always Love,

--Kayanora


Comet


"Think of the wind as one of your really schizophrenic friends."

The two children peeked at each other in confusion.

"Sometimes it gently pushes you in the right direction."

The headmaster chuckled lightly.

"It could completely ignore you one day. Totally ignore you."

The only woman present simply raised her eyebrow.

"At other times, however, it could very well want to kill you."

The werewolf's hand made a loud 'smack' as it hit his forehead.

"In conclusion, it's best to check the weather before you go flying. It takes all the fun out of it if you figure out a blizzard's coming, while you're in the air."

"Are we gonna fly, now?"

Caleb glanced down at his (somehow still) eager nephew. His focus shifted to the much less enthusiastic look Hermione was shooting at her own Compact Comet 200.

"Erm, Caleb?" Rolanda Hooch started, "Why, don't I take over? I've seen a few first take offs, and well…"

Caleb pouted, "But this is my job!"

"Actually, Caleb-"

"Aw, come on, Connor! I wanna teach my godson how to fly!" Connor shook his head.

Meanwhile, Hooch had successfully snuck the children to the other side of the pitch.

"Now, brooms on the ground. Good, now, stretch your hand over the broom and call the wood towards you. When you think you've got a good hold on the magic, say up." She proceeded to demonstrate.

Hermione was glaring at her Compact with a look of intense concentration on her face. She grimaced slightly, before saying a firm voice, "Up!"

The broom wiggled.

"No, no. You have to want the broom to come to you. Don't order it." Rolanda told the girl, "You practice with that and I'll help Crevan." The girl nodded solemnly turning to focus on the broom, again.

Madame Hooch sighed, Hardly another Weasley, is she?

"Now, Crevan-" Hooch stopped, "Have you tried it yet, Crevan. You didn't need to wait for my help."

The boy shook his head grinning widely. He gently placed the Comet back on the ground before straightening. Hand outstretched, he laughed, "Up!"

The broom jumped into his waiting palm. He re-gripped the broom and turned to look at her.

Oh, Merlin, he even got the grip right. Rolanda mentally gushed.

"Madame Hooch, I've got it!" She heard Hermione exclaim.

Hooch grinned in anticipation.

"Why don't we mount our brooms, then." They swung their legs over the handle, "Now, on my count I want you to push off, hover, and touch back down." Hooch told them.

They nodded.

"1…2…3!"

"WOHOO!"

The woman sighed, Why am I not surprised?

"Crevan! What's he doing all the way up there?!" She heard Connor shout.

"Merlin's pants he's better than his…mum. Better than his mum."

Hooch rolled her eyes, Good catch, that was, Caleb.

"It looks dangerous." Hermione said empathetically but looking slightly put out.

"I do believe we've found a future Quidditch player for you, Madame Hooch." Dumbledore smiled almost indulgently as he watched the eight year old arch through the sky.

Hooch smiled. "Minerva will be ecstatic, Headmaster."

We'll have another Potter on the team, yet.